Whispers of Time

In the soft cocoon of twilight's embrace,

Where whispers of silk trace space,

Smoothness weaves a cosmic ballet,

A tale of elegance, in the dusk's array.

Behold the moon, a seamless pearl,

Reflecting dreams in an endless swirl,

Its silver glow, a celestial swoon,

A masterpiece painted by the smoothest moon.

Journey to the heart of the petal's curve,

Where the rose unfolds its silken nerve,

A dance of fragrance, a velvet bloom,

In nature's ballad, smoothness finds room.

Beneath the canopy of ancient trees,

Their bark, a testament to time's soft pleas,

Carved by the ages, a bark's smooth story,

In the forest's cathedral, a silent glory.

Now imagine a symphony, the ocean's lull,

A cadence of waves, a tranquil hull,

Smooth as the breath of the zephyr's flight,

Caressing the shore in the pale moonlight.

In the tapestry of human connection,

Smoothness is found in the heart's reflection,

A shared laughter, a tearful confide,

In the ebb and flow of emotions, smoothness abides.

So let us revel in this ode to the smooth,

In the universe's rhythm, a graceful groove,

From the celestial heights to the earthly sod,

Smoothness, an eternal, transcendent ode.